Strange Encounters

Strange Encounters

I’ve got garlic on my breath

and my head it feels like death

has attacked it.

The garlic keeps away

all the vampires here today –

it’s a tactic

that I use

though it’s liable to confuse

all the wily werewolves

and the shape-shifting sorts

who hang around here.

There are strange creatures stirring,

the tea and coffee spoons are whirring,

and a wealth of wondrous things occurring;

but, my memory, is blurring,

and I just want to say ‘Goodbye!’

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